Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2265

Kyson stroked her head gently and gave her a tender ki*s on the forehead.

“You are the one I love most.

No one can hold a candle to you in my heart.

”

He gazed at Destinee’s beautiful face, which was just like Lucinda’s when she was a child.

He took her hands and placed them on his chest.

“You live right here in my heart.

I’ll always keep this spot just for you.

”

Even though Destinee wasn’t his biological daughter and they had no blood relation, to him, she was the little girl he couldn’t bear to be apart from.

Destinee blinked her eyes playfully.

“What about my brother? Where does he fit in your heart?”

Kyson’s expression stiffened slightly, and his smile slowly faded.

He paused for a long time without a reply.

He harbored guilt toward Colby.

Every time he saw the boy’s sickly condition, he felt as if he had committed a terrible sin.

Over the past few years, he had tried every possible way to win Colby’s affection and make amends to him.

But Colby…

Kyson lowered his gaze, deep in thought.

Seeing that he was distressed, Destinee held his handsome face in her tiny hands and urged him gently, “Kyson, don’t be sad.

My brother just avoids you because he’s ill.

He will eventually realize you’re a good person and will come to like you just as I do.

”

Kyson tightened his lips and let out a sigh.

“Destinee, you don’t understand.

I’ve done something that hurt Colby, so he can’t forgive me.

”

Colby was sharp and perceptive.

At only five years old, he could solve math problems designed for middle school students.

However, he was also reserved, quiet, and rarely smiled.

His intelligence was such that they couldn’t keep his illness a secret from him.

During a conversation with Nathan, Colby accidentally learned the true cause of his condition.

Since that discovery, Colby refused to see Kyson again.

He even avoided the gifts Kyson brought him.

Destinee frowned and blinked her big eyes, thinking hard for a solution.

“My brother is probably still getting his infusion in the lab.

I’ll bring you there.

He loves me a lot.

With me by your side, he’ll surely agree to meet you!”

Half an hour later, Destinee gently opened the door to the ward in the lab and peeked inside.

On the bed, a delicate five-year-old boy with handsome features was propped up against the headboard, receiving an intravenous drip.

He was gazing at the banana leaves swaying outside the window.

He was alone in the room.

“Colby, where’s Mommy?” Destinee poked her head through the door and inquired.

Regaining his attention, Colby looked over at Destinee standing by the door and said in a steady, measured voice, “There’s an urgent situation at the Simmons Group.

She had to go handle it.

”

Feeling sympathetic, Destinee asked, “Are you here alone for your drip this morning?”

With a neutral expression, Colby replied, “I convinced Mom to go.

I don’t need anyone here with me.

You shouldn’t…”

Before he could finish, Destinee slipped off her shoes, stepped onto a stool, climbed onto the bed, and sat next to him.